"Dan Hanxi, I don't care if you move in, but if you dare to bully my son, I won't let you off!" Qin Youxuan quickly walked over to the sofa, holding little Tingye.
Nervously checking him over, she only relaxed after confirming the little guy just had red eyes and nothing else was wrong.
She raised her head and looked towards the nanny's direction.
"Young Madam, it was the young master who wanted Mr. Xi to hold him. He wanted to play with Mr. Xi's wheelchair, but Mr. Xi didn't agree, he just held him for a while."
The nanny explained with trepidation.
"Crying like this just over that?" Qin Youxuan weighed the little guy in her arms, casting a disdainful glance.
The little guy immediately felt shy, covering his face with his chubby hands and burying himself into Qin Youxuan's arms.
